A/N: This is my first Hermione fanfiction. I had one on Ginny and someone else (the same person as here), but I took it down. This story came to me in study hall, and since schools out now, I decided to really work on it. So on with the story.
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Prologue
The warm breeze blew the women's hair across her face, causing it to tickle her softly. A smile played across her face as she remembered something from her past, something that seemed to be an eternity ago. In reality, it has been seventeen years since.
Laying beside her was a girl of sixteen, who in many ways, resembled her. Her skin was a creamy peach color, and her hair fell just past her shoulders in cascading waves. The girl smiled up and the women. For it was her mother.
Hermione Granger was only thirty three, but her eyes held painful secrets that caused her to appear years older, and wiser. People were still drawn to her though. Her personality was able to shine through, especially when she was with her daughter. It was the girl who kept her young.
Hermione sighed, and her eyes flickered with an emotion known by few. She didn't have to struggle to remember the events that occurred when she was fifteen. She visited them often, and knew them like a well cherished book. Every detail was kept in her mind. She looked at her daughter, Alexis, and couldn't help but be mesmerized by the resemblances between her and her father. Although people always told the two how much they looked alike, even more like sisters than mother and daughter, the features Alexis had, were much more like 'his'. Her eye's were the same shade of silvery blue, and her hair was the lightest shade of blonde, a color in which many of Alexis' friends envied.
From the time that Alexis was old enough to talk, she had begged her mother to tell her the story of how her mother and father has met, and fallen in love. In her eyes, it was the type of romance that you read about in a fairy tale, love at first sight, with the perfect ending. But Hermione couldn't bear to tell her daughter the story, for it was nothing like she expected. But Hermione couldn't keep the secrets from her daughter forever. She was after all sixteen now, and almost an adult. With this in mind, she settled down to tell the truth about her life.
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I know it's kinda short, but it's supposed to be, right? Please everyone, tell me what you think. Or email me at AccioSlytherin@aol.com
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Prologue
The warm breeze blew the women's hair across her face, causing it to tickle her softly. A smile played across her face as she remembered something from her past, something that seemed to be an eternity ago. In reality, it has been seventeen years since.
Laying beside her was a girl of sixteen, who in many ways, resembled her. Her skin was a creamy peach color, and her hair fell just past her shoulders in cascading waves. The girl smiled up and the women. For it was her mother.
Hermione Granger was only thirty three, but her eyes held painful secrets that caused her to appear years older, and wiser. People were still drawn to her though. Her personality was able to shine through, especially when she was with her daughter. It was the girl who kept her young.
Hermione sighed, and her eyes flickered with an emotion known by few. She didn't have to struggle to remember the events that occurred when she was fifteen. She visited them often, and knew them like a well cherished book. Every detail was kept in her mind. She looked at her daughter, Alexis, and couldn't help but be mesmerized by the resemblances between her and her father. Although people always told the two how much they looked alike, even more like sisters than mother and daughter, the features Alexis had, were much more like 'his'. Her eye's were the same shade of silvery blue, and her hair was the lightest shade of blonde, a color in which many of Alexis' friends envied.
From the time that Alexis was old enough to talk, she had begged her mother to tell her the story of how her mother and father has met, and fallen in love. In her eyes, it was the type of romance that you read about in a fairy tale, love at first sight, with the perfect ending. But Hermione couldn't bear to tell her daughter the story, for it was nothing like she expected. But Hermione couldn't keep the secrets from her daughter forever. She was after all sixteen now, and almost an adult. With this in mind, she settled down to tell the truth about her life.
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I know it's kinda short, but it's supposed to be, right? Please everyone, tell me what you think. Or email me at AccioSlytherin@aol.com